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Excerpt: ...roses that were standing in a vase. "Is that all?" "I want to carry them," she said. Chalfont was almost boyishly disappointed. He would like to have pictured her among a riot of color. He had not brought her there with a Machiavelian desire to hear her give her address. He was not that kind of man. "Won't you have some more?" But somehow-what was it in her that did these things to men-Lola could see the inn at Wargrave, its orchard and its smooth lawn with little tables under the trees and the silver stream near by, and hear the words, "I love you, Lola; am I good enough--" And she shook her head. "No more," she said. "They're lovely," took them from the man and put them to her lips. Chalfont gave his name and followed her to the street. "Now where?" he asked. Lola held out her hand. "Nowhere else. I'm walking. A thousand thanks. Seven-thirty, the Carlton then." And once more Chalfont saluted, not as though to a company of boy scouts but to a queen. And when he had gone, Lola heaved a great big sigh and put the roses to her heart. If they had come from Chilton Park-if Fallaray had cut them for her-If. PART V I Fallaray had been lunching with George Lytham at his rooms in the Albany. There had been half a dozen of the men who backed Reconstruction to meet him. From one o'clock until three every one of the numerous troubles which affected England had been discussed and argued about,-disarmament, unemployment, the triple alliance, Mesopotamia, Indian unrest, the inevitable Ireland, the German chicanery and the hot-tempered attitude of France in the matter of Ruhr; and, as though with an impish desire to invent new troubles, George Lytham had brought up the subject of Bolshevism in the universities. Every one of the men present had, of course, his own pet solution to these questions, and as usual, argument had run about like a terrier out for a walk,-backwards and forwards and in circles. Finally,...

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